When someone is arrested for a horrible crime, the wife or fiance is left as the person who must wipe up the mess.
He Couldn't Have Done It
Like a glass of milk
teetering on the edge of a table
her life is liquid potential.
She has kissed this man,
he has run his hand under her shirt,
catching her breath for her
and holding it in his grip.
And the milk is gathering
for a rush to the far side of the glass,
taking with it the fragile container.
It looks like him in the picture
and he called her at the moment
depicted on that security tape
and told her he loved her, see her soon.
And the inevitable weight of it
takes the whole thing over
and she is puddled on the floor
crying over what has been spilt.